Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.